Been to the quack. Having been in hospital last year my GP advised a once-over from a specialist. "Just need to make sure," he said. "Tick the boxes, an all that." I said he sounded like a football coach.
Anyhoo, the specialist said exactly the same thing as the hospital quack who lost my records, the hospital quack who didn't lose my records, and my GP: I have low blood pressure. THAT box-ticking cost me $160. There are at least 160 different things I'd rather do with the money. Bet on the ICC scapegoating Darrell Hair, for a start, despite the piss poor odds. These medicos are on a good wicket, aren't they. Slyly manoevering their patients around to rake in the dough. What a lurk.
You'll be happy to know the low blood pressure isn't bad. Because I'm too cool for my own good, I've plenty of room left to throw violent tantrums without the related stress issues. So, that's something to look forward to. But at 160 bucks for 10 minutes, you'd think the doctor would have come up with a better remedy than "Eat more salt." That's right - salt. Surprised he didn't pull out a jar of leeches, or stick mercury up my date.
<-- A snack best served with a cleansing beaker of brine.